As we ran errands this morning, we felt the sweet vibrations of the cell phone. It was Rocket, making a last-ditch attempt to get us to participate in the Timberwolves’ Pay the Pick promotion. He tried to sway us with all the RandBall material we would amass if we bought the tickets. He used various other tricks of the trade. We mulled it over, headed home, weighed the financial impact of even the worst outcome (No. 6 pick, two tickets, about $500) and had everything filled out. But then we stopped. We’re not sure if it’s a sign of where we are as a sports fan, where we are in our lives or some sort of inner voice saying, “What are you going to do with two tickets to 43 Wolves games?” (including two exhibition games). A tiny voice was still saying, “Don’t do it.” (And it did not belong to the RandBall Better Half, who at least grudgingly endorses the move). So, RandBallers, this is your chance to attempt to sway us. We’ll listen to logic-based arguments. We’ll listen to outrageous claims. We’ll accept requests for a co-investor if someone is interested in going halfsies (one ticket each, split up the games, maybe even go together sometimes if we can stand each other). We’ll accept the stinging barbs insinuating that we’re getting soft, that a rookie RandBall would have pulled the trigger a month ago instead of hemming and hawing like a [redacted] [redacted]. But we won’t accept anything past 5 p.m. today. That’s our deadline. We can’t guarantee that anything you say will make us seal the deal. But we will listen if you have something to say.

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